A/N: ¡Hola amigos! I have watched Coco sooooo many times now and I still love it soooo much! I just couldn't stop myself from writing a fanfic (more like I got too impatient waiting for other people to post). Anyway, this story will be giving Miguel powers. He won't become a superhero or anything but they'll be powers important to the plot in this story and stories I'll write further down the line (maybe a BH6 and Coco Crossover?). This is my first fanfic ever so feel free to give me any feedback to help improve my writing and/or the story (just please be nice about it). Well, enjoy the story!

Capitulo Numero 1: Confusion

Who on earth was to say he was going crazy? Everyone apparently. Or maybe they all just thought he was sick. Especially when they say stuff like:

"Ay! Miguel! Look how pale you look."

"¡Mi pobre Miguelito! Have you been eating enough?'

"Are you getting sick mi amor?"

Yeah, they probably just thought he was sick.

But it's way cooler to think of them as the crazy family trying to take care of their crazy child. Because tough guys don't get sick! Well, now that he thinks about it, they don't really go crazy either. Unless they're Ernesto de la Cruz that is.

He's had a lot of time to throw out the makeshift shrine he'd made for Ernesto in the tiny, dusty attic above his home, what with him having to stay home because of his sickness. Miguel had even burned some of the albums and discs he owned. Like, the one he got when he was 8, which he'd watched countless amount of times. And the one he barely found when he was 11 that showcased the amazing "flying" prowess of Ernesto de la Cruz.

Last night, when he stood around the warm fire of the posters and discs burning, Miguel had felt happy. He may have admired de la Cruz with all his heart at one point, but if there's one thing he learned on his adventure last year, it's to not trust famous people! Because they'll just turn out to be murderers!

That and that family is most important. Miguel didn't get his blessing from his (used to be) idol but he did end up getting it from people that were way more important: Hector and Imelda. His family. Oh, how he missed them. He thought of them constantly. Miguel wishes he can see them but knows he won't be able to until the day he dies. Pretty unfair if you ask him. His time with Hector had been so much fun. He couldn't stop thinking of the feelings of joy that had constantly filled his heart when he was with his dead family. He didn't even want to try to stop his brain from being filled with those wondrous memories.

Not even now, when he's in his room just looking out the window which was to the side of his bed. Miguel sat criss-cross on his bed with his elbows resting on the window sill and his chin placed in his hand. He stared off into the sunrise and breathed in the morning dew which formed due to the cold of November. A familiar vendedor below looked up at him, shading his eyes with one hand and the other holding the masks he sells.

"Buenos días, Miguel. How did you sleep?" the man asked, only slightly having to raise his voice since it was early in the morning and no one wandered the streets yet.

"I slept okay, Señor Calles. And you?" Miguel answered, remembering his manners to ask in return.

The man just stared at him, closely like if he was inspecting his every crevice. "Are you sure you slept okay, niñito?" Señor Calles asked again, ignoring Miguel's question. "You still look so tired."

Miguel sighed and removed his head from its place on his hands and placed his chin straight on the window sill, his back slouched and his face pouty.

"Perdón Miguelito. But I have to ask. You worry everyone around here." The man said, attempting to console the boy, but Miguel remained in his spot and didn't look at the man. Señor Calles tried to change the topic. "No fire to light today?"

"Fire?" Miguel perked up at the mention of it, his face bewildered.

"The fire you were burning yesterday."

"Oh. I was just burning unwanted things," Miguel answered, his interest in the conversation beginning to wane.

"What was it?"

"Just stuff…"

"Well okay then. Just make sure not to burn yourself," the Señor advised Miguel. Miguel nodded. An awkward silence lingered. Miguel broke it.

"Well...um...it was nice seeing you Señor. I have to go to breakfast now or Mama will get mad. Y'know how moms are". He grabbed the window panels and smiled at the man nervously, hoping he didn't see through his lie.

"Nice seeing you too Miguel." the man answered sweetly. Miguel began to cover the window when the man spoke up. "And make sure you actually eat something, muchacho"

"Sí Señor Calles," Miguel said still smiling. He firmly closed the window after that. Miguel took a deep breath in...then...out. He smiled brightly then sprang up out of bed.

He was not gonna let today be like the other days. He knew if he just acted like if he was better, he'd start looking better and his family would let him go out. Miguel put his red sweater over his white undershirt and quickly slipped into his boots, hopping around his room trying to keep his balance.

He opened the door to his room, ready to run to the kitchen when he came face to face with Ernesto de la Cruz? Miguel yelled. Then laughter began to be heard. Miguel's cousin Rosa drops the Ernesto de la Cruz mask from her face and holds her stomach as she laughs uncontrollably.

"I can't believe you got scared so easily!" she said between her chuckles.

"Shut up! You know I don't like that guy anymore" Miguel shouted, trying to be heard over her laughter. His face had gone red with embarrassment and his hands fisted at his sides.

"Yeah but why are you so scared of him?" she asked, having finally calmed down enough to be cocky once again. Probably because he murdered our great-great-grandfather, threw me in a sinkhole AND over a 40 story building.

"I don't know," Miguel said, pushing past her to get to the kitchen. He could hear her saying something else but didn't feel like trying to make it out. He walked into the kitchen where his mother and grandmother were peeling potatoes with cheap knives while watching their telenovela on the big block TV. They were probably preparing all the food for Dia de los Muertos tomorrow. Mama noticed him walk in but didn't stop peeling the potatoes.

"Buenos días, Miguel. How did you sleep?" she asked. Miguel wasn't even going to mention how she asked the exact same thing Señor Calles asked.

"I think I actually slept really well. I've got so much energy!" Miguel stated happily, lifting his sleeves and showing off muscle that wasn't there. He was trying to appear better than yesterday. He wanted, with all his heart, to get out and play music at Mariachi Plaza or run with Dante in the streets. He'd been so bored the last few days. Miguel noticed his grandmother stop peeling and get up from her seat at the table. Her face was serious as she walked over to Miguel and roughly placed her hand on his forehead.

"You're lying Miguel," Abuelita says as she puts her hands at her waists.

"What? No, I'm not. I don't even have a fever"

"No you don't but you are freezing"

"What?" Miguel was actually confused now. Freezing? He didn't feel cold. Sure he felt tired but not cold.

"Yesterday he had a fever and today he's freezing? This isn't normal, Señora," Miguel's mom says to his grandma. She had finally stopped peeling the potatoes and appeared concerned. "We need to take him to the doctor"

"But I feel fine Mama," Miguel whined. "Can't I just go out? I bet I'll get better if I just listen to some music at Mariachi Plaza."

"And I bet you'll get better if you just get back into that bed of yours!" Abuelita stated harshly.

"But-"

"No buts! Just go to bed. I'll bring you breakfast," Abuelita commanded. Miguel just stood there angrily pouting.

"Fine," he says and walks back to his room like a kid about to throw a tantrum. He passes Rosa who's still at his door.

"Awww! How sad. Abuelita didn't let pobre Miguelito out to play?" she said mockingly sweet to Miguel as he walked by.

"Shut up," Miguel slams the door behind him as he enters his room but the poor quality of the wood door causes it remain slightly ajar. Miguel flops onto his bed and buries his face in his pillows. He yells a muffled yell into the pillows, the anger of not being allowed out getting to him. He lifts his head from the pillows and stares at the cracked concrete wall of his bedroom. He stands up to look out the window in hopes of speaking to Señor Calles, the only person who has seemed even remotely kind to him today. Miguel opens the wooden panels and looks down to the street for the man. But he's not there.

His stand is there full of all the luchador masks he sells but the man was nowhere in sight. Miguel frowns and drops his grip on the open wooden panels. He looks down the street to the right. Then to the left. Nothing.

Another man walks up to the stand and stands behind the counter. He has his sombrero on and the common flannel shirts all the older male workers wear around Santa Cecilia. He dejectedly begins to organize the masks. Miguel's face contorts to one of confusion.

"Um...excuse me, Señor," Miguel says rather shyly. The man doesn't hear from below. "Señor!," he shouts a bit louder. The man looks up and lands his eyes on Miguel.

"Oh. Buenos días. Is there something you need chamaco?" the man answers softly.

"Uh...si. Where is Señor Calles?" Miguel asks.

The man's eyes widen quickly and then darken just as fast.

"Did you not know chamaco?" he sadly asks, his voice trying to be comforting in the midst of its own sadness.

"Know what?" Miguel asks, his face contorting in confusion. And then the man looks up to the sky as if something beautifully saddening was soaring up there with the clouds. Miguel just stares at him, waiting for an answer. A breeze passes, the dried leaves on the street are blown further down the pebble-paved and dusty road. He brings his eyes to meet Miguel's again.

"Señor Calles…h-he...died. Last night."

A/N: For all those people wanting to see the rest of the Rivera family (specifically the dead one), don't worry they're coming. Just gotta be patient ^-^ (And hope I don't get writer's block). And btw, Señor Calles is an OC. I just got him from Dante's Lunch short in which you see a guy selling luchador masks as Dante goes by. Anyway thanks for reading Chapter 1! See you guys in the next update.